Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Cursed House On Clark

So I'm contemplating the household financial situation when I look down at my calendar and notice that the property taxes on my house in Stevens Point are due on Friday. I was hoping I could drive over on Friday morning, hang out with some of my favorite people for the day, pay my taxes and then casually drop in on the work-in-progress going on at the house. And by "casually drop in" what I really mean is "show up unannounced in order to catch the construction guys unaware".

Recently I've received reports from five, count 'em FIVE friends that working seems not to be the primary objective when they drive by and observe the guys lounging in lawn chairs, enjoying snacks. At least two friends have admitted that they drove by around lunch time and that could be the reason they were sitting in the shade, eating. But one of the five gals lives adjacent to the house and therefore has a clear view of the goings-on, all day, every day. To say this news disappoints me is putting it mildly. In the words of my dear friend Mary "I didn't want to tell you, lest you blow a gasket". She knows me too well.

The devastation known as The Great Flood of 2009 happened at the start of February. It is now nearing the end of July and the house still isn't ready to go back on the market. Financially, I have to sell this place before December when my alimony runs out. Emotionally, I have to get out from under it because every time I see it in it's current state, it's like a kick in the gut. Mentally, I'm going cuckoo. So, I'll write a check for the taxes, drive it over to City Hall and pray that by the next time the tax bills are sent I will no longer be the owner of 1609 Clark St.

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